infinite blood core

Chapter 358: Destroyed Ambition (Repair)

Hearing Zidi's offer of 400 gold, Father Fertile's expression did not change, but his heart trembled fiercely.

"A bad situation has happened." There were more and more bad feelings. Father Fertile found that private room No. 21 was like a predator who smelled blood. When he noticed a little sign, he began to pursue him.

"How to do?"

"It's impossible to give up."

"Then just keep fighting."

Father Fertile gritted his teeth and shouted, "460 gold."

He suddenly raised the price by 60 gold, and used 460 gold to buy a flower pot.Even if this flower pot is a silver-grade historical antique, the price is too abnormal.

The fortune sect priest beside him was startled and puzzled: "Old friend, who are you?"

Father Fertile put a smile on his face: "No way, I like it."

The Fortune Sect priest said to himself, "Isn't telling the truth yet?"

Thinking that Father Fertile's opponent is Private Room No. 21, I have an interest in watching a good show.

"Interesting." Zidi smiled and said, "480 gold."

Father Fertile's face was sinking like water. At this point, there was no need to hide it, and he followed in a strong voice: "500 gold."

Zi Di was not afraid, and then made an offer, and each price increase was only 20 gold.

Father Fertile followed closely.

Under the jaw-dropping witness of everyone, the selling price of this flowerpot has risen all the way to 680 gold!
"Crazy, both sides are crazy."

"Private room No. 21 has a lot of money, but is Father Fertile like that?"

"For a mere silver flower pot? No, this flower pot must have a huge hidden value!"

Buyers couldn't hide their shock.

The three gold-level fighters present were also thoughtful.

Father Fertile suddenly increased the price: "780 gold!"

All of a sudden, he directly added 100 gold.

The auctioneer's hands trembled. Even though he had hosted many auctions, he was shocked by such an amount.

"He is taking the initiative to attack!" Father Fortune knew, he looked at Father Fertile beside him, and found that the latter's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were full of determination.

Father Fortune couldn't help but wonder: what is the value of this flower pot, so that this old friend of his is so willing to pay?

"Haha." Zidi laughed. It was the first time she had encountered such a situation since the auction.

She expected it, but she did not expect that it was not the Ten Touch Pirates, nor the gold-level powerhouse, but the Fertile Father.

Father Fertile took the initiative to attack, apparently because of his wealth.

"I'm afraid he participated in the auction this time just to get this flower pot. It's a pity that I saw through it and intervened." Zidi had a clear understanding in her heart.

"800 gold." Zidi continued to follow the price.

Father Fertile gritted his teeth: "900 gold!"

He raised the price again, still an astonishing 100 gold.

There was an uproar in the whole place.

It's amazing how strong the priest is.

Many people sighed in their hearts: I really didn't expect that the one who fought hardest against private room No. 21 was a silver-level priest.

Who can be so aggressive in bidding for the private room No. 21?

Father Fertile was the first to do it.

Zidi continued: "920 gold".

Father Fertile was widely praised and expected at this time, and most buyers hoped that he would win, which severely suppressed the limelight of Room 21.

But as the priest of the party, his face was not good-looking at the moment, with a pale color.

Zidi's price-following strategy made him feel irritated.

Every time I only follow the price of 20 gold, the attitude is calm, even leisurely.

Father Fertile's price increase tactics did not deter the opponent, on the contrary, Zidi only used the minimum price increase of 20 gold, which made the priest feel the strength of the opponent.

The priest raised the price for the third time: "1000 gold!"

Zidi did not hesitate and followed closely: "1020 gold."

There was a fine layer of sweat on the priest's head.

He can't stand it anymore.

To participate in this auction, he brought his life savings with 1200 gold.

But he never thought that he would use all the money to bid for this flower pot.In his expectation, other buyers would not discover the secret of the flower pot, and even if they did, they would not be able to use it, but he was the only one who could.

But the fact is very cruel. He has bid for the flower pot now, and the price of the flower pot has exceeded the thousand-dollar mark, and he feels that the hope of success is getting slimmer.

"what can we do about it?"

"A substantial price increase can't deter the other party at all."

"Damn private room 21, it's too hard to deal with..."

Seeing the auctioneer start the countdown, Father Fertile had to bid in a panic: "1080 gold."

"Weakness!" The corners of Zi Di's mouth twitched slightly.

If Father Fertile continues to raise the price by 100 gold, or simply raise the price at a minimum of 20 gold, there is no problem.

But in a panic, he raised a price of 60 gold, neither high nor low, which made people see the truth.

"It's close to his bottom line. So, how about this?" Zidi thought for a while and said, "1180 gold."

This is simply the fatal blow.

In an instant, Father Fertile's face turned pale.

He frowned, his face was pale, and the sweat on his forehead was very fine.

"1200 gold," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Win." Zidi heard the voice and showed a winning look.

"Old friend, it seems that this flower pot is very important to you. I can help you!" The priest of the Fortune Sect suddenly said.

"This..." The Fertile Sect priest was stunned.

Frankly speaking, his relationship with the other party is just a nodding acquaintance, not close enough to borrow money.Even if you can borrow it, you can't borrow much.

But this time, it was the priest of the Fortune sect who took the initiative.

He continued to say to Father Fertile: "I can lend you 500 gold."

"You don't need to worry about my ill will."

"On the one hand, I am not used to the strength of the No. 21 private room. On the second hand, I am curious about the secret of this flower pot. On the third hand, I believe in the goddess of wealth and know the importance of investment. I am willing to do it on you. Put in some money."

Father Fortune's remarks moved Father Fertile.

Father Fertile Earth had already been pushed to the edge of the cliff by Zidi and had nowhere to go. Now a bridge suddenly appeared in front of him.

He sighed deeply, and with mixed emotions such as gratitude and helplessness, confided his secrets to the priest of the Fortune Sect.

"I came to participate in this auction just for the miracle flower pot."

"No other purpose."

"It's a true miracle pot, and the real ingredients for making it are the fertile soil I teach."

The Wealth Sect priest's pupils widened, and he lost his voice: "The holy soil of your sect - fertile soil?"

Fertile soil sects believe in the goddess of the fertile soil.

After each large celebration, the goddess may bestow the soil of the kingdom of God.

This soil is very fertile and can be used to grow any crop with a good harvest.

Father Fertile continued: "I also learned more secrets about the story of the miracle flower pot by chance."

"Back then, the Great Druid contacted two of his friends in order to protect the Vibrant Forest."

"One is the bishop I teach, and the other is the great alchemist."

"Combined with the three people, they made the miracle flower pot."

"The main material of the flowerpot is fertile soil, not only that, but also seals the divine art I teach, the Druid's natural divine art."

"Because of this, the Beast Rose finally survived."

"My original plan was to buy it and restore it to fertile soil. This is the holy soil of my teaching. Even if there is a lot of wear and tear, it is still the holy soil of my teaching!"

"With this holy land, as long as I contribute, it is very likely that my position will be directly promoted."

Father Fortune suddenly realized: "It turns out that, old friend, then you can continue to bid. I would like to help you!"

With the help of Father Fortune, Father Fertile gained confidence again. He packed up his emotions and calmly quoted: "1220 gold."

His offer was a bit unexpected for Zidi.

Especially the voice of Father Fertile Earth, there is no more panicked feeling before.

"Did he get funding from someone else? Or was it just his disguise?" Zidi felt that the former was more likely.

She was not at all frightened.

Father Fertile's perseverance greatly increased her interest in this flower pot.

Rich anyway!

Zidi's quotation: "1300 gold."

This time, it was her who attacked, and the price was raised by 100 gold.

Father Fertile took a deep breath: "1320 gold."

"1400 gold." Zidi continued to attack.

Father Fertile took a look at the priest of the Fortune Sect, and found that the other party's face was ugly, so he had to continue to ask the price: "1420 gold."

Zidi looked calm: "1500 gold."

Father Fertile: "..."

The priest of the Fortune Sect was a little strange, and couldn't help urging: "Old friend, why don't you continue?"

Father Fertile Earth had a bitter expression on his face. At this moment, he was like an old farmer who had worked hard for more than half a year, but his crops failed.He shook his head with a wry smile: "No, I'm very determined to win the flower pot in private room No. 21. Even if I quote the top price, it will definitely be overwhelmed by the other party."

"But the opportunity is rare. If you restore the fertile soil, you will be able to make your old friend go a step further." Father Fortune became an encouraging party, "If it were me, I would never give up at this moment. Even if it was just a little bit. hope."

"What you're talking about, old friend." Father Fertile was agitated and continued to quote.

But as he expected, when he finally quoted 1700 gold, Zidi quoted the price of 1720 gold.

Father Fertile sighed helplessly.

But Father Fortune made a certain determination and said, "I can help you with another 300 gold!"

Father Fertile was surprised.

Father Fortune laughed: "I believe that a bishop deserves such an investment!"

But this time, Father Fertile shook his head slightly: "Old friend, thank you for your kindness, but forget it this time. With your money, even if I pay 2000 gold, the other party will still be the winner."

"Even if I succeed, the price is too high."

"I don't have the ability to restore materials. As far as I know, it is not cheap to hire a great alchemist who can restore it. Even if it is restored, how much fertile soil is left? The real miracle flowerpot is a legendary treasure. By now, it has been reduced to the silver level."

The priest of Fortune Sect's eyes flashed slightly.

He saw it.

In this bidding battle, Father Fertile's will and fighting spirit were destroyed by private room No. 21.

At such a high price in exchange for the possibility of a future, Father Fertile backed down.

(End of this chapter)